Hey you guys. I know it seems my updates seem to be getting later and later in the day, but hey, I had school, volleyball practice AND driving school! I was uber busy 2day. But how about I make up my lack of update-age with none other than.........SMUT!!!!!! lol that's right cold showers for everyone, lulz. Read, review and Enjoy!

~Dr. McCaney

Chapter 25- You Scratch My Back

"You know what?" House asked as he looked over her body appreciatively, "I don't want to undress you..."

Cuddy looked at him in a confused manner.

"-because I want you to strip for me," House finished his statement confidently.

"Wha-" Cuddy asked, "House all I'm wearing is this gown, and a thong. There isn't exactly enough for me to actually take off."

House thought about this for a second, "Well I guess we better throw in a lap dance for good measure."

"No," was all Cuddy said.

"Whyyyyyyy?" House asked, "This is our last night here. We should make the most of it."

"A lap dance would be making the most of it for you, not me," Cuddy explained.

"I'll cut you a deal," House stated, "If you give me a strip tease/ lap dance….we can make love tonight."

"Wow," Cuddy laughed, "you must really want this."

"Damn straight," House mumbled, "Now strip."

Cuddy sighed and reached up to her hair to take out the six hair pins that held her hair up. The loss of contraptions sent her hair cascading around her face, neck, shoulders, and back. She felt silly and self conscious all of a sudden.

"I don't even have music," Cuddy tried to think up an excuse.

"Don't need any," House coaxed.

Cuddy stared at him for a moment and slightly nodded her head, going back to the task at hand. She reached behind her neck and unclasped the metal clasp that held the halter part of the dress together. The expensive material fluttered delicately to the ground, leaving Cuddy in nothing but her thong and metallic, stiletto heels. Cuddy put her hands on her hips and looked at him defiantly, "Happy, now? Not exactly anything you haven't seen before."

House let his eyes roam freely over her body. "C'mere."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and stood in between his legs.

He turned her around facing away from him. "Dance," was the only word he uttered. Cuddy, unsure of her movements, began to slowly sway her hips form side to side. House leaned back on the bed as he watched her. While Cuddy, who was warming up to the fact that she was dancing practically naked in front of House, supported herself on his knees as she gyrated against his growing erection. House swept her mass of curls out of the way of her bare back and grasped at her hips.

"No touching," she said breathily as she smirked seductively back at him.

House furrowed is brow and reluctantly let go of her. She let her hands snake behind her as she wrapped them around House's neck and looked at him through heavy lids. House suppressed a groan as she looked at him and continued to freely rock on his crotch.

"Are you enjoying your lap dance, Dr. House?" Cuddy asked smoothly.

"God, yes," House moaned.

Cuddy turned around to face him and lifted one stiletto clad foot to settle on the outside of his thigh.

"Good," she stated satisfactorily as she reached up to run her hands through his hair. Some of her hair had fallen over her eye and she was beginning to get aroused at the fact that House was aroused. She straddled his hips and continued to gyrate. Wrapping her arms around his neck Cuddy placed a lingering kiss onto his lips.

House groaned as she continued her ministrations. "You like that?" she asked teasingly. His only response was to harshly grab her hips and rub his hard-on in between her legs. It was her turn to whimper and let her head loll onto his shoulders.

"You like that?" he mocked her.

"Ass," she whispered and started to unbutton his shirt.

"She says as she undresses said ass," House stated jokingly.

Once Cuddy got the dress shirt and t-shirt off of House she pushed him onto his back and trailed her tongue down the length of his torso. When she got his pants and boxers off she settled herself in between his legs and took his erection into her hands. House's breathing turned into shallow gasps and Cuddy lowered her mouth onto his hard-on.

"No," House stated firmly, as he pulled her up to him by her shoulders. Cuddy looked at him questioningly and House couldn't help but to furrow his brow at his own reaction.

"This won't be any fun if I finish in your mouth," he lied. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but the idea of Cuddy going down on him wasn't appealing. He didn't want to put too much thought into it but his mind kept drifting back to his strange behavior as he flipped them over and supported himself above her on his arms. Maybe it was because he loved Cuddy and she was so much more special to him than someone who could give him something he paid for whom he respected less, but no he didn't want to put too much thought into it.

Cuddy noticed the strange expression on his face and reached up to stroke it. "House?" she questioned in a quiet tone.

House blinked and finally snapped out of his trance. "Sorry," he mumbled. Cuddy stretched up to put another lingering kiss on his lips and wrapped her right leg loosely around his left hip. She reached down to stroke his stiff shaft as House tended to her breasts.

"God, I want you inside me so bad," Cuddy breathed into his ear. House pushed her thong down her legs and looked into her eyes as he pushed himself into her tight walls. Cuddy's breath hitched as she felt herself stretching around him. He started a slow rhythm as he pushed into her repeatedly.

"Oh, you feel so good," Cuddy sighed as she pushed herself up so they could be face to face, chest to chest. House could feel her stilettos pushing into his ass as she silently cheered him on. Slow steady motions turned into frantic movements on Cuddy's part. She nibbled on his ear, as he thrust into her. The cramps she was experiencing caused her progression to orgasm to come to a sudden halt. It felt as if she was stuck a thrust or two from release.

"Come on," House urged. He, too, was incredibly close, but had no intentions of finishing before her. House's thigh was beginning to hurt and they were getting nothing accomplished, so he gave up his position on top and flipped them. He thrust forcefully into her and stilled inside her, letting the pressure build inside her.

"Ah!" she yelped. She closed her eyes and ground down onto him in circular motions. The pressure started to turn into pleasure and she tried frantically to move. Cuddy clawed at his chest and leaned down, to bite into his shoulder. House knew what he was doing and endured the sensation of Cuddy's teeth piercing his flesh.

"Cuddy," he coaxed, "Look at me." When she didn't listen he tried again. "Look at me, Lisa."

Cuddy lifted her head and looked hazily down into his face. "Come for me," and with those final words it took two slow and tedious thrusts from House's hips until she was writhing on top of him. Cuddy came hard as she looked into his eyes and dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Oh, House!" she gasped. She sighed as she felt his warm semen being shot into her, the way it was supposed to be. House, who was still hard inside her, applied pressure onto her clit and continued to pump inside her. She was already sensitive and almost immediately began to rock her hips into his.

"No, House," she whimpered.

"Oh, yes Cuddy," he smirked and applied more pressure to her clit, "Now. Who's your daddy?"

"Screw you!" she hissed. House stilled inside her again and continued to massage her clit. "Oh, God!" she whimpered, "You are!"

"I am what?" House pushed.

"My daddy!" she screamed. House smiled to himself and finished her off. When she was done she collapsed to the side of him panting. "I hate you so much," she whispered.

"You love me," House stated as he gathered her limp body into his arms.

"More than you know," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep.